Under My Skin

The seguinte morning they get dressed and walk to the house’s door. Greg breathes deeply. ‘Well... here we go...’
Cuddy smiles at him. ‘You’re gonna be alright.’
They go out and get into the car to go to the hospital. When they get there, they go to the elevator and people stare at them. She didn’t say anything about their relationship while he was in a coma, but it was obvious that they weren’t just old friends.
‘Love the feeling of being observed...’
‘Yes... it's really nice...’ They go to Lisa’s office and he sits down.
‘Well...?’ Asks House.
‘Okay, I don't want you...

A lot of people have been complaining about both the newly discovered Luddy relationship and the supposed “change” in Cuddy that was unleashed in the last episode entitled, “Known Unknowns”. I disagree with those people’s opinion and think that the Lucas and Cuddy relationship is going to be an interesting arc that both promotes Huddy and unravels mais about the character of Cuddy and what she truly values in life. In this short artigo I’m going to share my opinion and try to
show all of you that the Lucas/Cuddy relationship will both end well and will be an enjoyable experience...

Friday, Cuddy’s Office, a little past 10PM

House was slowly limping through the lobby when a faint glimpse of light, coming from Cuddy’s office, caught his always alert eyes. He looked down at his wristwatch and noticed, with unhidden curiosity, that it was way past her proverbial ‘bed time’. Rubbing his forehead in puzzlement he quickly decided to get to the bottom of this mystery and, in one pivotal move, changed his direction. segundos later he barged into her office, visibly startling her. She definitely wasn’t expecting to see him.

Cuddy slightly jumped in her seat, immediately...

"I brought you something to read." Cuddy said as she laid down a copy of The Collected Works of Steinbeck.
House continued to stare out the window. Cuddy sat down on the cama watching him from across the room.
"Your team doesn't know the particulars of your absence...I'll tell them however much you want them to know." She said as she traced a finger over the book.
House sighed deeply but continued to focus on the world that lay beyond the barred window.
"I used your pay check to pay off your heating bill,water bill, and rent for the seguinte month. Wilson comes por your place every few days to clean...

ENTER:
PPTH
Confrence room 3
Friday, July 27 2009
10:46 a.m.
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TXT FR:Cuddy-
Stop it, wilson

TXT FR:Wilson-
What??

TXT FR:Cuddy-
U know what. The side-glancing, checking 2 c if im OK when u think im not looking, ect.

TXT FR:Wilson-
I have no idea what your talking about...And whats the Dean of Medicine even doing txting during a bored meeting anyway?

TXT FR:Cuddy-
u mean BOARD meeting?

TXT FR:Wilson-
I meant what i said :)

TXT FR:Cuddy-
I take it u talked to House?

TXT FR:Wilson-
Maybe.Or maybe i noticed ur 14 day...

House and Cuddy were sitting underneath a large tree. Branches were spread out, boughs reaching every which way, bringing them comforting shade as they sat back watching over the young students. Cuddy was lying against House with his arms wrapped around her. His grip and stare was intimidating, for it was a warning look, a look of great protectiveness. She was wearing House's leather jacket, which suited her well. The familiar summer breeze blew as it shook the trees leaves. They were both feeling serene. It was peaceful here, bringing back plenty of memories.
"We should get back," Cuddy said...

"Could be a pulmonary embolism." suggested Kutner.
"Or maybe she's just nuts! You said she was yelling her guts out for Cuddy." said Thirteen.
"And that makes her crazy?? Have you SEEN Cuddy??" replied House as he turned back to the whiteboard.
"Our patient's name is Cuddles??" asked Taub.
"I agree with Thirteen. She's crazy." said Foreman.
"Way to stick up for your girlfriend. Seriously, get a room already... or have you already done that" House said as he raised an eyebrow. He continued composição literária things down on the whiteboard and continued the differential.

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